Ioan was wandering the corridors in search of an empty classroom to play his guitar. He held it by the neck, close to the body, tucked against his side so it wouldn't knock against the walls. The courtyard would've worked well, but the weather was so nice, people lingered far later than usual to enjoy it. Therefore, he was inside. He'd only been back two days and it was already getting to be too much. He hadn't seen Anthony very much, except at mealtimes and everyone was busy catching up. He'd slipped away unnoticed.
He climbed several flights of stairs, knowing that the upper floors were least likely to be occupied. Finally, he just decided to take a chance and duck inside the first room he came to.
It was light enough outside still that he could see in the room without artificial assistance. Well enough that he spotted Constantine Rivers almost immediately. And froze, his mouth partway open. A thousand things ran through his head in that instant, the most prominent of them Anthony Goldstein and what this boy had done to him. Oh, did he have some things to say, but unfortunately, all came out was: